“Dream On…” in Kugelmass

“Your own teenager is not yet in possession of the holy driver’s license, but the friends are, and now all you see is the dust behind the wheels of the friends’ parents’ cars as the children peel out of the driveway at 90 miles an hour, cans of Arizona Iced Tea the size of fire extinguishers in hand, off on their appointed rounds, for which they do not need you anymore.” Check out the third issue of Kugelmass for the full essay.